In the golden dawn of the savannah wide,
A lion wakes with a mighty pride.
His mane, a crown of the morning light,
Glows with power, fierce and bright.

With silent steps, he roams the land,
His kingdom vast, his rule so grand.
Each creature knows his fearsome name,
The lion, master of this untamed game.

Beneath the ancient baobab tree,
He sits and watches, wild and free.
His amber eyes, sharp and keen,
Scan the horizon, serene yet mean.

In the twilight’s hush, a thunderous roar,
Echoes through the plains, forevermore.
The night bows to his regal call,
The lion, undisputed, reigns over all.